Cold.

Darkness.

Confusion.

She awakens

Underground.

She reaches.

Touches the lid

Of her coffin.

She is…

Alive?

Thirst. Such terrible thirst.

She claws her way

To freedom.

She must quench her thirst!

She roams her village.

Searching….

Hunting…

There!

Her prey, wandering so late at night…

She smells his blood.

It will tame her burning thirst.

Her prey…

He was always kind to her

When she was human.

He is her friend.

No.

That terrible thirst

Tells her otherwise.

He is prey.

The sun…

How she had loved it.

Now she fears it.

Despises it.

She returns to her coffin.

Her thirst quenched

For now.

She sleeps.

Voices raised in fear.

Someone is… digging?

The coffin's lid

Is abruptly removed.

The sun burns her.

She screams.

A shadow over her.

Harsh words.

A wooden stake

Poised above her heart.

A woman is crying.

Her…

Mother?

Above her…

Her father.

Her kind, loving father.

His face twisted

With sorrow and pain.

Fear.

He is crying.

The stake strikes.